40 Acres

She done put her reparations in a handbag

He done spent his reparations on his swag, swag

A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag

Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag

Ain't no leaders only leisure, only reapers, ain't no sowers

They get higher, we get lower, damn it's over

If racism ain't in color then it's damn sure in the class

Got the races on each other, you got niggas then there's blacks

You got crackers then there's whites, separated by the green

After five hundred years, think we play for the same team

Smokescreen, make the president the black guy

It ain't no reason why you shouldn't have success, right?






Forty acres and a Muller

I spent my reparations on the jeweler

I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back

Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at

Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule

These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule






Anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em

Word to Robert F. Williams, feel 'em

Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo

Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh

I don't give a damn what the preacher ever tell y'all

Jesus, Muhammad, ain't comin', woo

I'mma tell y'all what the ancestors shoulda done did when they seen the first boat comin, yeah

Killed every man, child, woman, yeah

Killed every damn thing on it, yeah

Killed everything if it looked European

Send it back to the Queen like, ho

You ever step your foot in Kemet, bitch we slit your throat

We send them funny fuck boy preacher types back to the Pope

Fuck is you? Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa

This the school of Shaka Zulu

Fast forward to the future, choppa do you

We done dyin' and they cryin' and we screamin' hallelujah

When them crackas ask why say we did it for Lumumba, fucker






Forty acres and a Muller

I spent my reparations on the jeweler

I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back

Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at

Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule

These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule






Load up my clip off a Zimmerman

Filling my pocket with Benjamins

Who the fuck are you? I been a man

Them crackers see me "oh not him again"

Take your ass out the trap middle finger to Trump

Fuck the police, they crooked as they come

They pull you over and know you legit

Ask you for your license, when you reach then they dump

Now the prison yard like the cotton field

House nigga's snitchin', that's what got 'em killed

Nigga thought he made it cause he got a deal

First album suppo' been outta here

Not quite dude, back to selling blow

On some 24s I'mma send it here, learn to stay silent

Learn more on these streets then they did in they college

I'm certified, don't murder guys

But my niggas still far from civilized

Kill for anything but civil rights be the murder case

Cause a nigga like, they heard it from the king, from the king

What you mean, bitch?

Trade my forty acres from my mule and my necklace, yeah






Forty acres and a Muller

I spent my reparations on the jeweler

I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back

Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at

Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule

These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for forty acres and a mule